2 Sam 11:2-17
I know your eyes can’t meet mine
Still I don’t have the courage to look in your direction
What does one say
When one knows
One has destroyed
Another’s life
My imaginary hand
Goes into your grave to grab yours
And help you up back to life
Where I did not get you killed
And everything is ok
Then it abandons the feel-good gesture
Instead
My imaginary hand stays there
And touches your flesh that still burns
With betrayal and humiliation
I let myself feel it
Then I feel
My sorrow and my shame
And then
Your sadness for me
You do not want a revenge
You want me to be a better man
I sink into your imaginary embrace
And broken I leave
Taking your forgiveness
Into the future with me